| Yeah
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| I was tryin' to tell you, «Be cool,"'cause I ain’t never wanna see you goin'
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| through it
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| I ain’t even have to trap no more 'cause I was doing it too fluently
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| I told myself I would never rob nobody and then end up doin' it
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| (Who dat, Trell?)
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| Came off the block, I was posted with demons
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| You ain’t did the shit I did
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| Came off the block, I was posted with demons
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| You ain’t did the shit I did
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| Came off the block, I was posted with demons
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| You ain’t did the shit I did
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| Came off the block, I was posted with demons
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| You ain’t did the shit I did
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| All this dope I sold
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| I tell my real life, finna go cop me a Ghost
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| I was already ahead of the wave
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| Now I gotta go out and buy me a boat
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| Rich nigga fuckin' on the baddest bitch
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| I still fuck an average bitch
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| I be on some savage shit
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| Ran it up with this rappin' shit
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| I’m casually pimpin' these bitches
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| I don’t give a fuck if the bitch is Catholic
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| I give zero fucks
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| You can worship the devil, bitch, just drop me these bricks
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| I got the preacher’s daughter
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| Sellin' pussy, bitch gon' make me rich
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| I might’ve fucked the lil' thot on the strength
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| Or because it was late and a nigga was lit (Woah)
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| Came off the block, I was just posted up
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| With all the demons and did what I did
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| Codeine, Wock', plastic Glock
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| Drop my top, pull off on a cop (Skrrt)
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| Broke a block, down to rock
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| Disturbin' the peace like I’m Chris
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| I’m not an average street nigga, stop frontin'
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| Puttin' diamonds on you, bitch
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| Codeine, Wock', plastic Glock
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| Killed the box, got sloppy top
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| I just wet this nigga, bitch
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| Codeine, Wock', plastic Glock
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| Broke a block, down to rock
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| Disturbin' the peace, like I’m Chris
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| Came off the block, I was posted with demons
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| You ain’t did the shit I did
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| Came off the block, I was posted with demons
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| You ain’t did the shit I did
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| Came off the block, I was posted with demons
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| You ain’t did the shit I did
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| Came off the block, I was posted with demons
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| All this dope I sold
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| I tell my real life, finna go cop me a Ghost
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| I was already ahead of the wave
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| Now I gotta go out and buy me a boat
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| Rich nigga fuckin' on the baddest bitch
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| I still fuck an average bitch
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| I be on some savage shit
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| Ran it up with this rappin' shit
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| I can’t never forget when I was starvin', that shit make me sick
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| I wouldn’t care if I never seened your face again, you crazy bitch
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| All this ice on, you can see through tint when it’s just three percent
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| Black and stone, my diamonds on, Sylvester Stallone
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| Sylvester Stallone diamonds, yeah
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| No, these not the wrong diamonds
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| Sylvester Stallone diamonds, yeah
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| No, these not the wrong diamonds
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| (These not the wrong diamonds)
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| You can see with your eyes on your own
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| I done went against odds before
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| Makin' it, takin' it, they see the wrong
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| If the streets don’t kill you first, nigga
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| It’s gon' make you strong
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| I done came from out the dirty, nigga
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| Buried the money in the floor
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| I got racks on me and I’m froze
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| Rockin' tennis chains on you hoes
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| Came off the block, I was posted with demons
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| You ain’t did the shit I did
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| Came off the block, I was posted with demons
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| You ain’t did the shit I did
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| Came off the block, I was posted with demons
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| You ain’t did the shit I did
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| Came off the block, I was posted with—
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| You ain’t did the shit I did |